Did you ever watch that series titled “Touched by an angel ”? I can barely remember what it was about, though I remember the faces of the black older woman and the white younger woman very clearly. Now, I don’t… Continue Reading →

I forgot about you. Finally. I forgot about your crooked smile, your infectious laughter and how you always knew just what to say to make me laugh. I forgot about how safe I felt when you held me, and how… Continue Reading →

As a young assistant several years ago, I remember sitting across from my boss, getting a scolding and eventually hearing her say those words to me. I also remember thinking that she must be crazy if she thought that my… Continue Reading →

The marriage story has been over-flogged but the truth is it never gets spent. Growing up as a young girl, watching all those fairy tales and romantic comedies, and reading all those Mills and Boons that always ended happily ever… Continue Reading →

His phone rang for the umpteenth time in the last hour. He ignored it. Just like he had the last time. And the time before that. He knew who was calling and he was neither in the mood nor in… Continue Reading →

Shoot the messenger. But in this case, she doesn’t care. I’ve heard so much talk about why it’s not right or not ideal to move in with someone and be sleeping with them, cooking and eating with them, playing ‘house’… Continue Reading →

Flash back 11 months, 2 weeks, 3 days and 5 hours before. I pondered the year that was ending. What could I say I had achieved or done for myself? Or for anyone really? How had I made myself a… Continue Reading →

It was a memorable night. But not for the right reasons. At least, not for the reasons you think. I was a final year student in a school of very high repute. And I had been dating my boyfriend for… Continue Reading →

Once upon a time, I hit a dry spell (a really dry spell) where there were no potential toasters, no appreciative looks, no winks, no requests for my phone number (even when I was pointedly staring at said object –… Continue Reading →

No it isn’t. Not really. But Ruth is the kind of woman I am, the kind I want to be. You see, Ruth was strong. She was the kind of woman who could deal with anything. She dealt with loss.… Continue Reading →